Monday, 7 November 2016

I guess it will be left up to me to tell the pets we are going to Melbourne. Gently, gently, John.


On the Domestic Front I have been banned from using plastic cling-wrap in the kitchen due to the state I left it in last time...a state that Mrs Fitz called Pure Malevolent Destructive Rage. I am unsure how long the ban will be in place, but I feel it may be for quite some time.

I well and truly tested the Nissan Navara 4x4 Pick-Up's bank of 44 LED and Halogen lights tonight on the way home from work here in Cairns Australia in preparation for our drive to Melbourne. If you should hear reports of strange lights in the sky in Nova Scotia, it was probably me.

I just asked my Maid to print out my secret government files for me and to fax them to Washington but she was too busy on Skype talking with her husband in North Korea. After all, they are only secrets.


The rented house in Melbourne, January 2017...room for all the stuff we carry around, and also for an imaginary dog named Phil...nice yard out the back for Phil... and for me to mutter in the night shadows there in my comfy clown suit and carrying my chainsaw. Looks nice. you could probably bury about 40 people in the backyard...if you had to. I guess first I'll be tracking down Pokemon Go hunters. Natural targets.